Dahee is an ordinary high school student whose life is not stable. She kept transferring schools. People around her didn't even care about her. So, she starts to hate people.
But this time, when she gets transferred to this school, she meets someone...
Monday. It means I have to go to school. I groaned as I heard the alarm ring. Unwillingly, I dragged myself out of the bed, tied my hair into a messy bun and went into the bathroom.
I got ready, did my breakfast and headed to school.
***
It was luch time. I went to the canteen, took my tray of food and went to sit at an empty table. I looked around to find Sua but couldn't find her.
Did she not come to school today?
I was eating peacefully when I heard some footsteps getting closer to me. And then I saw Wooyoung sitting on the chair next to me, and the other ATEEZ members joining too.
"What are you doing here?" I said to Wooyoung.
"Having lunch, of course."
It was a bit awkward for me to sit with eight handsome boys. I too got glares from the other kids who were there.
"It's better to eat together than alone," San said, smiling beautifully.
"Uh..." I nodded awkwardly.
"You're new here, right?" The blue haired guy said, whose name was Hongjoong as far as I remember.
And all of their attention turned towards me. I hoped they didn't notice me blushing.
"Yes..." I replied.
"What's your name?" Seonghwa oppa asked.
"I'm Dahee. Kang Dahee."
"Nice to meet you Dahee," Yunho said, smiling. I nodded, giving him a smile.
"Ah right! You might not be knowing our names so we'll introduced each of us. Hi, I'm Hongjoong."
"I'm Seonghwa."
"Yunho."
"Jongho."
"Mingi."
"Yeosang."
I already remember their names when Sua introduced them to me but I let them do it anyway.
"San. You know, right?"
"Hm."
"You know me already," Wooyoung said before stuffing his mouth with food.
"Don't feel awkward around us, noona," Jongho said to which I blushed, cause he called me 'noona'.
They look intimidating but aren't actually...
I ate my food but still felt awkward around them. I took a sip from my apple juice and kept the container back on the table.
"Ah, I'm full," Yunho said.
"Me too," San added.
Then Wooyoung suddenly took my apple juice and started drinking from it.
It was mine...He never asks first...
It was too late for me to stop him as he chugged it all. I looked at him, opening my mouth to tell something but wasn't able to do it.
"What?" he simply asked.
"It was mine."
"So what? You're my slave for now. You can't object anything."
I tried to control my anger and sighed internally. Then all of them left one by one after waving at me; leaving me, San and Wooyoung at the table.
"Here. You can have mine," San said, offering his drink.
"Really? Khumawo."
I was going to grab it but Wooyoung grabbed it before me and started drinking from it till he finished that too.
"I'll get going," Wooyoung stood up and went away.
"This guy!..." I mumbled to myself.
"Sorry, you couldn't have your drink," San apologised.
"You don't need to be sorry for it. It's him who should be sorry."
Then we both kept our trays back and headed towards our classroom.
***
The school was already over by now. I was in the library finding a specific book to get more information about the topic of our assignment.
I took out some books and wrote down the needed information. This took me a long time.
When I was finally done with it, I stretched my arms and yawned. I looked at my phone to see the time. It was 9:54 pm. Not much students were there in the library at that time.
I packed all my things in my bag, kept the books in their respective shelves and headed out of the library.
The corridors were empty. And some of the lights were also off so it gave a scary feeling. I don't get scared easily. Probably.
I was making my way out of the building when I saw someone suspiciously going inside the building. I was a bit far from him so he didn't notice me.
The person was all in black. I wasn't able to see his face as he had his mask on.
I quickly hid behind a wall when he was about to turn back. He looked around for some time before entering the building.
Who's he? And what is he trying to do?
When the man got into the building, I followed him. I thought he would be some kind of a thief. I slowly followed him, making sure that he doesn't notice me.
He passed by two to three corridors before pausing in his steps. I too stopped, looking at him. Then he slowly turned his head to look back.
To be continued...
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